In a world where the only magic worth having was the spark that ignited between us…
Wilder, a puma shifter, lives a quiet life, but by night, he immerses himself in the savage world of an underground fight club beneath The Gin Room bar. The brutal battles and raw aggression offer a fleeting escape from his torment, but cannot quench his inner demons.
One fateful night, after a particularly brutal fight, Wilder stumbles into a dark, unassuming bar. There, behind the counter, he locks eyes with Arwen—a woman he instinctively knows is his fated mate. Unaware of her true heritage, Arwen believes she's just an ordinary human, ensnared in an abusive relationship and cloaked in mystery.
Wilder sees through her façade, recognizing the siren blood that runs through her veins. Determined to free her from her tormentor and unveil her true identity, Wilder steps into Arwen's shadowy world, becoming her protector and igniting a dormant power within her. As they delve deeper into their own dark pasts, they must confront hidden secrets and unearth dangerous truths.
Can Arwen trust Wilder with her heart and her life, or will their secrets and the darkness consume them both?
MONSTERS OF NEW YORK: SHARED WORLD
Monsters of New York is a sizzling paranormal romance series where passion collides with danger in the heart of the city that never sleeps. Each book introduces a new, irresistible shifter—each with its own dark secrets and primal desires. From wolves and bears to elusive creatures lurking in the shadows, these powerful beings navigate love, loyalty, and mystery in a world filled with human and supernatural monsters.
Set against the backdrop of New York's vibrant streets and hidden corners, every romance is an unforgettable journey where forbidden love and heated encounters could be the death of them—or the one thing that saves them. With danger always just around the corner, the shifters must face not only the threats of their own kind but the intense pull of a love that could change everything.
Uncover the secrets, feel the heat, and discover if love can tame the wildest beasts in Monsters of New York.
Excerpt:
I make my way across town, letting the bike lead me. There is no destination in mind but as I pull up to a small dive bar on the outskirts of Manhattan, I decide to park and cut the engine.
The bright pink neon sign, ALLEY KATZ, illuminates the mostly deserted street. I guess I’ll take my chances here. I’ve never heard of it, but if they aren’t shifter friendly then I’ll see myself out.
As I walk up to the front doors, a large bouncer stands to the side. His scent wafts through the air, and I instantly relax. If they have a shifter as a bouncer then there shouldn’t be a problem.
“Evening,” I say as I approach. He looks surprised but then relaxes.
“Trying a new spot out tonight?” he asks, looking me over to see if I’m a threat. I don’t blame him. My looks scream dangerous, but that’s the way I like it. I’d rather people see what I am than hide behind a mask.
“Yeah. Just needed a change of scenery.” He nods, holding his clipboard in place.
“Then, welcome to our little slice of hell.” He laughs, holding the door open for me.
The moment I walk into the dive bar, I can sense her. My animal beats against my chest, wanting me to unleash him. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, whiskey, and something uniquely hers. I take a seat at the bar, my instincts alive and alert, when I see her—a gorgeous young human and something else I can’t place. She stands behind the bar, pouring drinks, and all I can think is, mine.
She’s mine.
“She’s our fated mate,” my inner beast growls, his voice a low rumble in my mind. I barely register the words as my gaze falls on her. Everything feels heightened: every movement, every blink of her lashes. It’s as if I had been half alive before she entered the frame of my reality. I search her face for any signs of recognition—an eye twitch, a scent shift, anything—but she stays neutral, confusion flickering in her vibrant violet eyes, though it lingers just beneath the surface.
“Whiskey, neat,” I finally manage to say. She pours the drink expertly, sliding it toward me with a hint of finesse. The air grows still, everything around us blurring into the background. I stare into her eyes, my heart catching in my chest. Her stunning silver hair cascades over her shoulders in soft waves, and I have to force my hands to remain at my sides, not reaching out to run my fingers through that silky softness.
“What’s your name?” I ask, hating the need to know but unable to suppress it. “It’s not every day I meet someone as intriguing as you … Starlight.” At that, she hesitates, the air shifting between us, electric and charged. My beast paws at my sanity, willing me to make a move.
Finally, she whispers, “My name is Arwen.”
The moment the name leaves her lips, shock waves rip through me. I repeat it, “Arwen,” committing every syllable to memory. My beast becomes even more agitated now, unwilling to acknowledge the human standing by her side.
“She’s too close to that guy,” he growls, the sound echoing in my psyche. “Make her ours.”
Fucking mine.
I glance past Arwen to the man who had been chatting with her. The cocky bastard leans more toward her than necessary, charm oozing from him. I resist the urge to snarl, to mark my territory in the most primal of ways.
“What’s he to you?” I ask, my tone sharper than I intended.
Arwen raises her brows in surprise, her lips parting slightly, but I can’t read her thoughts. “He’s just a regular, harmless guy,” she replies, yet the edge in her voice states that there’s more beneath the surface.
“Harmless people don’t linger, Arwen,” I say, my voice low but firm. “He’s in your space.”
With a deep breath, she takes a step back, her eyes clouded over in thought. “You seem intense,” she remarks, a hint of humor gracing her lips, but it’s laced with uncertainty. Some other drunk human cozies up beside me, making me want to rip her hands from me. The only person allowed to touch me now is her, Arwen. I see jealousy flash through her eyes briefly before she turns to serve a different customer. For some reason, I love the fact that she didn’t like seeing that woman on me. She may not know it, but subconsciously she can feel the same pull as me.
But then my focus shifts and horror grips my heart as I notice the bruises along her neck, faint but visible under the soft glow of the bar lights. Marks of aggression, remnants of a fool’s cowardice. Anger roars to life within me, igniting a fire that demands justice.
I slam my fist down on the bar, earning a few glances from neighboring tables—a rookie mistake. I can see her flinch, tears threatening to spill as she covers her chest with her hand. The sight shatters my resolve.
“I’m sorry. It’s time for my break,” she murmurs. In a heartbeat, she pulls away, darting outside. Without thinking, my feet move, fueled by the overpowering urge of my beast, demanding possession, a primal instinct that roars louder than any logical thought.
Ours, yes. Arwen is ours to claim.
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